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Our front door now fits in a box

Remember all that construction around the office? If not, you can review some of it here on this post.

Well, things are falling from the sky now. Big rocks. Out of big machines with hanging jaws that rip into the street and fling their heads up to disgorge into yawning dump trucks.

Oops.

Slight operator error.

Huge bang.

Cracking echoes.

We are now missing our front window. Not to worry. Everyone ‘chipped’ in to help. We have able men everywhere. In fact, according to this picture it appears it takes three men to supervise and one to actually…sweep. Go, Sweep Man!